A Story and a Song...

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Who: Diarmuid Ua Duibhne (smallspot ) and anyone who wants to run into a cute little kid.
Where:  An open grassy area near Building One.
When:  8-19, in the afternoon
Format: Starting in prose, but please use whatever you want to reply!
Summary:   There are a lot of fun ways to spend a warm afternoon, though, for a bitty knight the best way to spend it is...training!  Oh, and sometimes stopping to sing songs to his 'family.'
Warnings: Cuteness?

For once Diarmuid is using his cloak as something other than a blanket.  Right now, he is carefully spreading it out on the grass so that he can set his new toys on it.  With him are three small stuffed animals he got at the end of the festival--two adult swans and a baby one.

"Here is the father swan," Diarmuid carefully sets the first of the adult swans onto the cloak--the one he has picked to represent his foster father, Aengus.  He then sets the other adult swan next to the first, this one representing his foster mother, Caer, "And here is the mother swan!  And here is the baby swan who isn't lost anymore!"  The boy sets the baby swan in front of the two adults and then jumps up and claps his hands happily.

"Now the whole family is together again!  Watch me, Father!  Watch me, Mother!  I'll show you what everyone has been teaching me while I've been away!"  The boy bows to the toys and then picks his practice sword up off the ground.  He takes a few steps away before starting to practice the new sword moves he's been taught by Suzaku and some of the others who have offered to train him.

He knows that the toys aren't really his family, of course, but over the last few days he's been more homesick than usual and talking to them like they are helps for some reason.  Once he's practiced for a while, Diarmuid will sit down by the toys for a rest and to sing some happy songs to his 'family.'  After a few songs, he will jump up and start practicing again.  Diarmuid isn't really paying attention to anything going on around him, but he will be happy to talk to anyone who approaches him and be even happier should anyone decide they want to train along with him.

Comments

[smallspot]

I don't understand it either!

[Diarmuid looks slightly scared at the idea of upsetting a druid too.]

Druids are so strong and know so much. They are the last people you want to upset! Like bards. You don't want to make a bard mad either!

[beforetights]

Maybe it's because they've never seen a druid before? So they don't know what druids and bards can do.

[smallspot]

[Diarmuid's eyes grow wide.]

Do you really think there are places where people don't know about druid's and bards? That is scary! I wouldn't want to live in those places. Who takes care of the land and keeps track of the stories?

[beforetights]

I don't know. I never asked. But Lord Alfred is a God, so maybe he keeps track all by himself? He does know a lot of things.

[smallspot]

That would be a hard job! Keeping track of everything by yourself.

[He is silent a moment before speaking again.]

Do you think Lord Alfred gets a headache from having to keep track of everything?

[beforetights]

Maybe he does. Maybe that's why he has to wear those glass things on his face.

[He makes two circles with the index and thumb of his two hands and holds them up to his face to symbolize America's glasses.]

Maybe they're some sort of cure for headache.

[smallspot]

Glass things? Do you know what they are called?

[Diarmuid watches the gestures his friend makes and giggles at how funny it makes him look.]

I don't think I have seen anything like that before. Maybe they do cure headaches!

[beforetights]

Nope, all I know is that he wears two square pieces of glass on his face. And he has twigs that hold up the glass and go behind his ears. I haven't asked him about it yet.

[smallspot]

You will have to ask him when you see him next! Or maybe we can ask Lord Wing or Deadlock at the picnic. They might know!

[Diarmuid suddenly claps his hands happily.]

I really want to have the picnic. It will be so much fun!

[beforetights]

I know! I wish that Lord Wing and Lord Deadlock and Lord America and everybody could just be in the same place already! Then it would be easy!

[He puffs out his cheeks in a pout.]

[smallspot]

[When Diarmuid sees the pout, he reaches out to ruffle his friend's hair.]

Don't be sad! If the picnic goes well, maybe we can have a big party! We could invite everyone to come and talk and eat and do all kinds of fun things!

[beforetights]

[His expression perks right up.]

Yay! And can we have beef? Like the big slabs of meat heroes eat!

[smallspot]

Yes! It can be a Heroes' Party!

[Diarmuid jumps up and down in excitement.]

Since everyone here is helping the people who brought us here, it makes them all heroes! So we should have a party to celebrate with heroes' food and games and things like that!

[beforetights]

[He joins his friend in bouncing up and down.]

Heroes' Party! Heroes' Party!

[And then, he suddenly stops and gets a thoughtful look on his face.]

...Where would we get the meat, though.

[smallspot]

The Third District!

[Diarmuid answers his friend's question quickly, though he frowns slightly afterward.]

It won't be as fun as hunting for it, but I am sure there will be a shop where you can buy meat!

[beforetights]

Wow, they really do have everything! Wouldn't we need a box to carry it in, though?

[smallspot]

Yes! Every time I go I find something new people are selling there.

[Diarmuid falls quiet for a few moments thinking over the problem carrying it all presents. Then he gets an idea.]

Maybe Lord Wing or Deadlock can help us? They can carry a lot more than we can!

[beforetights]

[He laughs and claps.]

Yes, they can! But what about them? How big would the cows have to be to feed them?

[smallspot]

Remember, they eat something different from us! We don't have to find a cow that big.

[His eyes get wide.]

But that would have to be one big cow!

[beforetights]

Do you think it would be as big as Lord America's whale?

[smallspot]

As big as Lord America's...what?

[Diarmuid gives his friend a curious look.]

What is a whale? Why does Lord America have one? Is it a pet?

[beforetights]

No, silly, he doesn't have one here. But he has one back in his world. It's a big sea monster that he keeps as a pet! I've seen a picture! It's as big as an entire room!

[smallspot]

I knew that!

[Diarmuid pouts slightly for a moment before growing excited again.]

Does it have a name? How did he get it?

[beforetights]

He calls it Whale. He says that it's his friend! He has so many strange friends! Does your father have anything like it?

[smallspot]

[Diarmuid thinks about his friends question for a moment before shaking his head.]

I don't think he has anything like Whale. Nothing that big anyway! Father likes swans and butterflies. Those are small things.